I cry to let it all out,
Not to even say a word,
You would think there would be a hero in disguise,
Sometimes in an awkward stance,
To never be in a corner and sit back,
But if you don't do something then you will die inside.

You have to dig deeper inside,
Let your feelings sprawl out,
But still haven't spoken a word,
You would think there would be a hero in disguise,
There just normal people in a regular stance,
The kind of people who don't have your back.

You have to have your own back,
No matter how deep you dig, your still alone inside,
Holding your breath so you cant here a word,
You have to be your own hero in disguise,
Always in a perfect stance.

We all fall when in our stance,
Then we all land on our back,
With an ugly attitude inside,
Something that always come out,
Not to finish a sentence, not even a word,
Its just horror in a nice disguise.

It wont come off its an ugly disguise,
Its a horrible stance,
With a two faced back,
With no heart inside,
The anger always comes out,
And uses to many big words.

To keep your word,
Saving a promise in disguise,
Giving a powerful stance,
To not hold back,
The monster unleashes whats inside,
Someone who's been dying to come out.

Maybe there's too many words in disguise,
To fall off stance and get off your back,
From what looks the same inside and out.